There Is No Joy in Mudville

I awakened this morning from a vivid dream about a cheerful funeral, and I realized it must be Mitt Romney’s political funeral. So long, Mittens. Good luck finding another planet that wants to have you rule it as a god. And please do remember that nobody on this planet wants to see or hear from you and Ann ever again, thanks.
Now for some schadenfreude, to savor the lamentations and wailings of the propagandists on Fox News. They will be barking and keening like the souls of the damned. Which, come to think of it, is what they are.